Chapter Seven, my cute short little chapter, is up! This chapter is an early lead-up to the masquerade ball that Reaver will soon throw for his "secret society" party. Plus I like to play dress-up with my toys as much as Reaver does. XD

Warning: Lots of language... angry language... and a little bit of Reaver teasing Lily.

Chapter Seven: Dress Up With Reaver

"H-haghhh!" she gasped when the corset was yanked tightly into place around her tiny and still shrinking waist. "Fucking shit! Cunt-licking, douche-bag, ass-hole! Rot in the deepest fucking pits of hell when I avenge my death on your reeking corpse!" She was cut off by another yank on the corset, snarled savagely and dug her fingers into the plush red chair she was hanging on to. She gritted her teeth as the tailor locked the torture contraption more tightly into place around her waist. She panted slightly and pushed some of her black hair out of her eyes. Damn that arrogant Reaver, taking advantage of her drunkenness and tricking her into thinking "dress-up" would be "fun."

"How is my little Lily coming along?" Reaver peeked around the screen, his detestable cheshire smile wreathing his face sarcastically.

"Fuck off you pervy old man!"

He chuckled and poked her in the side with his cane. "Tsk tsk, language, deary. How about your opinion, my good man?"

The tailor gulped when the cane was pushed into his lower back, forced a smile and finished lacing the corset. "It's coming along nicely, lord Reaver. She's so slight that she fits smoothly into all the smaller garments I brought. I may have to make some adjustments before she can fit some of the more elaborate costumes snugly."

Reaver grinned and withdrew the prodding object. "Very good. Now there is a specific outfit I need prepared for a little party I am throwing tomorrow night."

"Er, what kind of party, lord Reaver?"

The girl managed enough breath to scoff at the title the tailor used. "Hah, lord my ass... gods, I hate this thing..."

Reaver winked at the younger man, then strode over to the gasping girl and placed a hand on the nape of her neck. "A masquerade party, actually, and my pretty Lily is going to be my guest of honor." He leaned forward and planted his lips right above his hand on the slender white neck, savoring the way a shiver ran down her spine at the feel of his mouth.

The tailor watched silently as the girl growled and moved to punch him. Reaver simply laughed and caught her wrist, nipping at the soft skin in the crook of her arm. "Ha-hem," the young man cleared his throat nervously. "Excuse me for interrupting, but do you have any specifications for the gown and mask?"

"Red," Reaver purred. "Red and black and white, with water lilies on the hem and mask." He turned his gaze toward the man, holding the small black-haired girl in the curve of one of his long arms. "And it must be perfect for her. Make it exemplify her in every way or it will be you I serve as the main dish tomorrow night." He released the struggling girl, laughed, and strode smoothly out of the room, swinging his cane jauntily.

"Detestable man," Lily hissed, putting a hand on her grievously compressed stomach.

"I must say," the tailor said, pulling a large white skirt out of his chest, "lord Reaver certainly seems to have taken a liking to you. Strange, because he rarely shows favor to any one person at a time. Knowing him, he usually associates with large groups rather than a single man or woman. How is he alone? I've never met anyone who has had him to themselves."

Lily let herself feel a small surge of astonishment and disgust at the man's babbling. I really shouldn't be that surprised, she thought, but... woah... and ewww... good gods, what have I gotten myself into? I should have left when I had the chance, or swam to the other side of the lake in the first place.

"Lovely!" the tailor exclaimed suddenly, having fitted her with the large, white, layered skirt. "A little tweaking and a splash of color, and it might as well have been made for you!"

Lily sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. It actually didn't look that bad. In fact... she smoothed the edges slightly, and turned to look at the back of it. With a little smile that dimpled her scar adorably, she looked over her shoulder at the tailor. "It's very pretty." … and holy fuck, look what this horrible thing does to my boobs!

"It's only so pretty because you are wearing it," the young man said, happily pulling out a matching top. "Now slip into this and I think I have a pair of shoes that you will love!"

That was very short chapter... ugh... I'm sorry. I promise the next one will be longer.

Spoiler: The next chapter doesn't really have a lot of Reaver and Lily. Instead it features the hired help in Reaver's mansion and there will be Barry!

Barry: Finawly... I get a wittle attention in dis stupid storwy...

Me: Hush you adorable red-head!

Barry: mutter mutter

Reaver: Keep your filthy hands off my sweet red-headed servant! Bang

Me: Eeek! Okay, okay!